"Grandaddy's Farm". -Lyrics by Joe Noel. 《☆♤☆》.____. "Headed out of town on that old county road. Four miles, two rights, and your home.
That place were I learned to drive. Up and down that dirt road feeling alive. On that old farmall tractor shifting gears, never really feeling any kind of fear.
The house where my grandma cooked up those sunday meals; she worked in the garden and she worked in the field.
There was no place like it, at least not to me. I looked forward to it each and every week. That place where I knew I belonged, right out there working on grandaddy's farm.
My dad, my grandpa and little old me. Hanging out like three old friends in the cool summer breeze.
Flat bottom boat and fishing, suntan smiles, man it's not worth missing. Grandpa there in his old folding chair, cooking up fish without a care. Cast iron pans and butter everywhere. Salt to season and eating right there.
Camping in a little tin can, out in the pasture with cows everywhere. Some came a knocking but we didn't care. Grandpa snoring and dad asleep. In that old camper that was so worn and beat.
Sawing logs after sunday church. Spitting up wood, never felt like work. Trimming grandma's trees, digging in the dirt and pulling weeds. Everything a young little boy could ever really need.
Man those times I miss them a lot. Good old memories never get lost. I never will forget and I never have to look too far to see, my dad, my daddy's daddy and little old me.____. Copyright Joe Noel 2018.